April 19, 2018, Prescott-
I appreciate the attention so many have paid to my reblog of the post on Bleach Enemas. In what dimension anyone could think such a procedure is anywhere near good, I don’t know. My blessed mother fought tooth and nail for our well-being, and would have clobbered anyone who even dared hint at something of this nature. Dad loved us dearly, and would have had one thing to say to the suggestion of bleach enemas: “Pig’s neck!” (His polite term for BS.)
Barbara Bush left a grand legacy of literacy promotion, continued by her daughter-in-law. The gift of literacy is one key element, in the package of empowerment that loving people can offer to others. Long may her legacy thrive!
Ridvan begins tomorrow evening, at sunset. It is the twelve day festival, commemorating Baha’u’llah’s Proclamation of His Mission to the world and His departure from Baghdad, towards Constantinople (Istanbul), on horseback and on foot, in April and May, 1863. My Lord lived a life of exile, imprisonment and torture, yet, like unto Christ, never once turned His back on humanity.
Chalk-It-Up is Prescott’s annual art fair, at which a wide variety of chalk art is available for public view and on which viewers may vote. I will be insanely busy on Saturday, but Sunday will find me taking in the wonders of human imagination, in that temporary gallery.
Arizona’s educators are winding up a vote, as to whether to walk out, or not. I’ve cast my vote and will keep my own counsel on the matter. My first loyalty, in any event, is to the students.
Speaking of whom, several students at our school will be out on the front lawn, in a 17-minute vigil, tomorrow morning, honouring the memory of the Parkland shooting victims. They will then return to their studies.
Have a blessed day, my friends.